My wife of 62 years died suddenly while we were finalizing arrangements to relocate from Boca Raton, Florida to Boulder to live near our son and his family. With even more reason to relocate to Boulder, I arrived here a few weeks before Yom Kippur and made arrangements with Har HaShem to attend Yiskor services. I became emotionally upset during the service and left the sanctuary. A congregant followed me and said “you shouldn’t be alone at a time like this, come sit with my family;” and after the service invited me to join them at a friend’s house for a break-the-fast buffet.
At the host’s home, over 50 people welcomed me, a total stranger, with hugs and open arms. Never in my life have I experienced such warmth from a group of people whom I met for the first time. Following up on their many recommendations, I am now in two bridge games, have joined several discussion groups, was invited to many organization breakfasts, lunches and dinners, and am working pro bono helping groups with their newsletters and marketing efforts. My calendar is full through January, so hold off for a while on any more invitations…..well, only for a little while; just don’t wait too long.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank my son and daughter-in-law for their tremendous assistance in getting me settled in my apartment, to the Boulder Newcomers Club for their helping me network into many more joining opportunities, and an even greater thanks to Barbara “come sit with my family” Gould, the buffet hosts Don and Barabara “there a few people I want you to meet” Margolis, and to Elaine “there a few meetings I want to take you to” Steinberg. If these people are typical of Boulder residents, I couldn’t have made a better choice in choosing a place to start my new life.
In the words of “Big Mac”, “I’m lovin it”.
I’m Larry Winston, and I agree with all the above.